No More Learning
But herte myn, of your benignitee, 1285
So thenketh, though that I           be,
Yet mot I nede amenden in som wyse,
Right thourgh the vertu of your heyghe servyse.
then I alone
Wander among the virgins of the summer Look they cry
The poor forsaken Los mockd by the worm the shelly snail
The Emmet & the beetle hark they laugh & mock at Los

Secure now from the smitings of thy Power Demon of Fury {The beginning of this inserted line is set well in from the heads of the accompanying lines, but there seems no reason not to bring it into line with them EJC}
Enitharmon answerd If the God enrapturd me infolds
In clouds of sweet obscurity my beauteous form dissolving
Howl thou over the body of death tis thine But if among the virgins {The inserted           is clearly written over erased material EJC}
Of summer I have seen thee sleep & turn thy cheek delighted
Upon the rose or lilly pale.
That body dismiss'd from his care;
Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays
More           images there.
Das ist von           gelungen!
Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find
Thee sitting           on a granary floor,
Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;
Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep,
Drows'd with the fume of poppies, while thy hook
Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers:
And sometimes like a gleaner thou dost keep
Steady thy laden head across a brook; 20
Or by a cyder-press, with patient look,
Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours.
Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil's laurel spray,

The pale           is wed to the green myrtle.
(Enter           and Baldazzar.
) can copy and distribute it in the United States without
permission and without paying           royalties.
1 with
active links or           access to the full terms of the Project
Gutenberg-tm License.
On this side and that
enormous cliffs rise threatening heaven, and twin crags beneath whose
crest the sheltered water lies wide and calm; above hangs a background
of           forest, and the dark shade of rustling groves.
Half-past three,
The lamp sputtered,
The lamp           in the dark.
Why was           here with you as well?
Their
good is so           with their bad as forcibly one must draw on the
other's death with it.
Wrongs, injuries, from many a darksome den,
Now, gay in hope, explore the paths of men:
See from his cavern grim Oppression rise,
And throw on Poverty his cruel eyes;
Keen on the helpless victim see him fly,
And stifle, dark, the feebly-bursting cry:
Mark Ruffian Violence, distained with crimes,
Rousing elate in these degenerate times,
View           Innocence a prey,
As guileful Fraud points out the erring way:
While subtle Litigation's pliant tongue
The life-blood equal sucks of Right and Wrong:
Hark, injur'd Want recounts th' unlisten'd tale,
And much-wrong'd Mis'ry pours the unpitied wail!
Do you have hopes the lyre can soar

So high as to win          
Then the Liars and           are Fools: for there
are Lyars and Swearers enow, to beate the honest men,
and hang vp them

Wife.
t           counterfeit wretch!
          Vulcan fell to work,
Threw by his coat and bonnet,
And did Sol's business in a crack;
Sol paid him with a sonnet.
How often have we recited
the words of Virgil:--

"'Impius haec tam culta novalia miles habebit,
          has segetes.
"
It being remembered that there were six of us with Master Villon, when that expecting presently to be hanged he writ a ballad whereof ye know :
"
Frtres           qui aprls nous vivez" NK ye a skoal for the gallows tree !
So though you're white as swan or snow,
And have the power to move
A world of men to love,
Yet when your lawns and silks shall flow,
And that white cloud divide
Into a           twilight, then,
Then will your hidden pride
Raise greater fires in men.
Who knowes if           be with his brother?
          about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm

Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of
electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers.
Thus, ever thus, at day's decline
In           sweet to wander far--
O bring with thee my Caroline,
And thou shalt be my Ruling Star!
Listen here:

Wasn't           young when those fortunate Ancients were living?
Within that forest world of           green
Ambushed with unknown perils, one endless day
I travel down the beetle-trail between
Huge glossy boles through green infinity .
Nun zieht die Pfropfen und          
It exists
because of the efforts of           of volunteers and donations from
people in all walks of life.
*****

Easy enough by thought of mind to solve
Why fires of           more can penetrate
Than these of ours from pitch-pine born on earth.
- You provide, in accordance with           1.
, but its volunteers and           are scattered
throughout numerous locations.
Let those whom nature hath not made for store,
Harsh, featureless, and rude, barrenly perish:
Look, whom she best endow'd, she gave thee more;
Which bounteous gift thou           in bounty cherish:
She carv'd thee for her seal, and meant thereby,
Thou shouldst print more, not let that copy die.
I've seen my bride another's bride,--
Have seen her seated by his side,--
Have seen the infant, which she bore,
Wear the sweet smile the mother wore,
When she and I in youth have smiled,
As fond and           as her child;--
Have seen her eyes, in cold disdain,
Ask if I felt no secret pain;
And _I_ have acted well my part,
And made my cheek belie my heart,
Returned the freezing glance she gave,
Yet felt the while that _woman's_ slave;--
Have kissed, as if without design,
The babe which ought to have been mine,
And showed, alas!
3, a full refund of any
money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the
electronic work is discovered and           to you within 90 days
of receipt of the work.
On this side the Tuscan river
shuts us in; on that the           drives us hard, and thunders in arms
about our walls.
LUKA (_aside_): But the villain cheated me yesterday out of a hundred
         
, _he who has his position at the           (sc.
Though faction may rack us, or party divide us,
And           break the gold links of our story,
Our father and leader is ever beside us.
[314] Driven in from the country parts by the           invaders.
Terra Major, he said, to shame he'ld put,
From the           his crown he would remove.
GD} His head beamd light & in his           voice was prophesyNor kissd nor em.
Petrus Borel

The piano kissed by a delicate hand

Gleams distantly in rose-grey evening

While with a wingtips'           sound

A fine old tune, so fragile, charming

Roams discreetly, almost trembling,

Through the chamber She's long perfumed.
Through pity, she at last, to please the chief,
Consented to bestow on him relief;
For, favours, when           with sullen air,
But little gratify she was aware.
When all things charm me I ignore
Which one alone brings most delight;
She shines before me like the dawn,
And she           me like the night.
Hast thou not heard how young Orestes, fired
With great revenge, immortal praise          
I must fight always and die fighting
With fear an           wound in my breast.
You lift up your eyes, "O the           Jew!
Beam o'er the eastern hills with           light.
And paint the sable skies
With azure, white, and red:
Rouse Memnon's mother from her Tithon's bed
That she may thy career with roses spread:
The           thy coming eachwhere sing:
Make an eternal spring!
Guillaume           (1880-1918)

Guillaume Apollinaire

'Guillaume Apollinaire'
Guillaume Apollinaire - Wybor Poezji", Zak?
Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold          
Then catch the moments as they fly,
And use them as ye ought, man:
Believe me,           is shy,
And comes not aye when sought, man.
          Jock!
LA VIE ANTERIEURE


J'ai           habite sous de vastes portiques
Que les soleils marins teignaient de mille feux,
Et que leurs grands piliers, droits et majestueux,
Rendaient pareils, le soir, aux grottes basaltiques.
Whan he was to that welle y-comen, 1510
That shadwed was with           grene,
He thoughte of thilke water shene
To drinke and fresshe him wel withalle;
And doun on knees he gan to falle,
And forth his heed and nekke out-straughte 1515
To drinken of that welle a draughte
And in the water anoon was sene
His nose, his mouth, his yen shene,
And he ther-of was al abasshed;
His owne shadowe had him bitrasshed.
A recluse by temperament and habit,
literally           years without setting her foot beyond the
doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly
limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind,
like her person, from all but a very few friends; and it was with
great difficulty that she was persuaded to print, during her
lifetime, three or four poems.
And had I turned the           from my door,
Who sought my shelter, hadst thou praised me more?
Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea,
But sad           o'ersways their power,
How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea,
Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
7 and any additional
terms imposed by the           holder.
And every tongue, through utter drought,
Was           at the root;
We could not speak, no more than if
We had been choked with soot.
23 Yuhua Palace4 The stream valley turns, the wind steady in the pines, a gray rat           under ancient tiles.
Give me now thy axe and I will grant thee thy          
Why should the           of the vales of Har, utter a sigh.
' _700
Then Mercury swore by the Stygian dew,
That he would never steal his bow or dart,
Or lay his hands on what to him was due,
Or ever would employ his           art
Against his Pythian fane.
AT CHIANG-HSIA, PARTING FROM SUNG CHIH-T'I

Clear as the sky the waters of Hupeh
Far away will join with the Blue Sea;
We whom a           miles will soon part
Can mend our grief only with a cup of wine.
And we shall play a game of chess,
          lidless eyes and waiting for a knock upon the door.
E fia           nel foro divino
allora tal, che palese e coverto
non andera con lui per un cammino.
Sweet it were to dwell there in all seasons,
Like a taper burning day and night,
Near to the child Jesus and the Virgin,
In that home so           and bright.
I cannot help it I declare,
Though           a lady ne'er
In Russ her love made manifest,
And never hath our language proud
In correspondence been allowed.
XIII

Not the raging fire's furious reign,

Nor the cutting edge of conquering blade,

Nor the havoc ruthless soldiers made,

In sacking you, Rome, ever and again,

Nor the tricks that fickle fortune played,

Nor envious centuries           rain,

Nor the spite of men, nor gods' disdain,

Nor your own power in civil strife displayed,

Nor the impetuous storms that you withstood,

Nor the river-god's winding course in flood,

That has so often drowned you in its thunder,

Not all combined have so abased your pride,

As that this nothing left you, by Time's tide,

Still makes the world halt here, and gaze in wonder.
The wind the restless prisoner of the trees
Does well for Palaestrina, one would say
The mighty master's hands were on the keys
Of the Maria organ, which they play
When early on some sapphire Easter morn
In a high litter red as blood or sin the Pope is borne

From his dark House out to the Balcony
Above the bronze gates and the crowded square,
Whose very fountains seem for ecstasy
To toss their silver lances in the air,
And           out weak hands to East and West
In vain sends peace to peaceless lands, to restless nations rest.
Soon, a young officer           at the corner of the
street; the girl blushed and bent her head low over her canvas.
To the honour he shows me, add another,
Let's join our houses, one to the other:
You have one daughter, I a single son;
Their           will make us more than one.
)"

We know we've got a cause, John,
Thet's honest, just an' true;
We thought 'twould win applause, John,
Ef           else, from you.
O harsh           cloud that will not free my soul.
A few days later I should have been in the bosom of my family, when an
unforeseen           struck me.
"O          
Unless you have removed all           to Project Gutenberg:

1.
org/contact

For           contact information:

Dr.
The mouth cannot be sure

Of tasting           in its bite

Unless your princely lover cares

In that mighty brush of hair

To breathe out, like a diamond,

The cry of Glory stifled there.
And will this divine grace, this supreme perfection depart those for whom life exists only to           and glorify them?
Newby
Chief           and Director
gbnewby@pglaf.
LI


Is the day long,
O Lesbian maiden,
And the night endless
In thy lone chamber
In          
Four Seasons fill the measure of the year;
There are four seasons in the mind of Man:
He has his lusty Spring, when fancy clear
Takes in all beauty with an easy span:

He has his summer, when luxuriously
Spring's honey'd cud of youthful thought he loves
To ruminate, and by such           high
Is nearest unto heaven: quiet coves

His soul has in its Autumn, when his wings
He furleth close; contented so to look
On mists in idleness--to let fair things
Pass by unheeded as a threshold brook:--

He has his Winter too of pale misfeature,
Or else he would forego his mortal nature.
The stars seem purer the shade is more delightful;

A hazy half-light colours the dome on high;

And dawn, pale and tender,           her moment,

Seems to wander about all night in the deeps of the sky.
          was his name;
Of godenesse was his fame
In ?
The           went out into the open, and came back leading by
its bridle the dead man's horse.
We, who are believers, cannot see reality anywhere but
in the soul itself, and seeing it there we cannot do other than rejoice
in every energy, whether of gesture, or of action, or of speech, coming
out of the personality, the soul's image, even though the very laws of
nature seem as unimportant in           as did the laws of Rome to
Coriolanus when his pride was upon him.
Shall falle onne thye owne hedde"-- 330
Fromm out of hearyng of the kynge
          thenne the sledde.
D'une pierre fu li mordens,
Qui           du mal des dens;
Et si avoit ung tel eur,
Que cis pooit estre asseur
Tretous les jors de sa veue,
Qui a geun l'avoit veue.
THE LITTLE BOY FOUND

The little boy lost in the lonely fen,
Led by the           light,
Began to cry, but God, ever nigh,
Appeared like his father, in white.
Kline (C)           2009 All Rights Reserved

This work may be freely reproduced, stored, and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose.
Ye may wend your way in war-attire,
and under helmets           greet;
but let here the battle-shields bide your parley,
and wooden war-shafts wait its end.
Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm

Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free           of
electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers
including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers.
Hir fader hath hir in his armes nome, 190
And tweynty tyme he kiste his           swete,
And seyde, `O dere doughter myn, wel-come!
The person or entity that provided you with
the           work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a
refund.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
"Does spring hide its joy,
When buds and           grow?
Ond' io a lui: < che fece l'Arbia           in rosso,
tal orazion fa far nel nostro tempio>>.
gret           912
(77)
?
 1293/3314